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Post by Glitch on Oct 14, 2012 9:55:42 GMT -5
Blood boils before peace falls, peace smothers before blood spills.
Power runs rampant around the lake, more destructive than any natural disaster.
Peace is a debateable thing. Some find the silence between the Clans, around the lake, to be a thing of peace. No one is fighting, blood is not being spilled, and so it is peace. Others look at this silence and feel tension beneath it, and, in turn, whispers carry on the wind, speaking of death and war on the horizon.
Power is waking in cats who live on the lake, and it's more than the StarClan given blessing some cats are finding they possess, for some cats, Ambitions are running thicker than any blood, and secret alliances are being formed- but who is on whose side? No one can be trusted, only your own power can be your friend; they hiss in silence to no one in particular, and then they don a friendly smile and face the world with a dark heart and dark plans that, should anyone know, could be their end.
Peace is in the air, but so is the scent of blood.
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